The weather report says it’s 105 here right now with a heat index of 118. If I could teach the dogs to use the toilet, I wouldn’t go outside at all this weekend. No need to whine about it though; it’s probably hot where you are, too. And if it isn’t, nobody wants to hear about it.
It isn’t just the heat that’s making me steam.
In fact, I need to say a word about that.
You’ve probably heard about Michigan State Rep. Lisa Brown who shocked… shocked, I tell you!… some of her fellow legislators by saying the word vagina during a floor discussion about anti-choice legislation.
Commercials about erectile dysfunction, lubricants, penile implants morning, noon, and night … and uterus and vagina become the impolitic words? How can I ask this delicately… why is it only the presumed …um… destination that is unspeakable?
Oh, the irony! Those of us who grew up with poopies and peepees thought it was a good thing to tell our children the correct name for their own body parts.
How can it be that there are some state legislators– grown-ups– who are offended by the words? I’d lay odds they couldn’t find a uterus on a female anatomy chart. And while the word vagina may shock them, I’ll bet that most of the men could come up with at least ten slang terms left over from their adolescent years. Arrested development. Pity the spouses.
Are women supposed to be embarrassed? They’re trying to shame us?
That horse left the barn so long ago that even the glue factory shut down in the 70′s.
How can there possibly be any serious discourse with such ninnies?
So, I’m trying to spread the word. Words.
Sing along with me. Vagina… vagina… I’m teaching the word to my mynah.
Try this one:
Nothing could be finer than to un-legislate our vaginas in the mor-or-or-ning.
Nothing could be more ridiculous than censoring the word uterus in the morning
Where the wing nuts gathered… on the legislative floor…
Demeaning women… we’ve heard it all before.
Honestly, the situation makes me hot to do a bit of name calling myself. A pox on this bunch of posterior fedoras. Note the anatomical correctness.
Otherwise, I’d call them asshats.